| sense? would we now for annas and annas? would we for full- | 1 |
| score eight and a liretta? for twelve blocks one bob? for four tes- | 2 |
| ters one groat? not for a dinar! not for jo!) dictited to of all his | 3 |
| little brothron and sweestureens the first riddle of the universe: | 4 |
| asking, when is a man not a man?: telling them take their time, | 5 |
| yungfries, and wait till the tide stops (for from the first his day | 6 |
| was a fortnight) and offering the prize of a bittersweet crab, a | 7 |
| little present from the past, for their copper age was yet un- | 8 |
| minted, to the winner. One said when the heavens are quakers, | 9 |
| a second said when Bohemeand lips, a third said when he, no, | 10 |
| when hold hard a jiffy, when he is a gnawstick and detarmined | 11 |
| to, the next one said when the angel of death kicks the bucket | 12 |
| of life, still another said when the wine's at witsends, and still | 13 |
| another when lovely wooman stoops to conk him, one of the | 14 |
| littliest said me, me, Sem, when pappa papared the harbour, one | 15 |
| of the wittiest said, when he yeat ye abblokooken and he zmear | 16 |
| hezelf zo zhooken, still one said when you are old I'm grey fall | 17 |
| full wi sleep, and still another when wee deader walkner, and | 18 |
| another when he is just only after having being semisized, an- | 19 |
| other when yea, he hath no mananas, and one when dose pigs | 20 |
| they begin now that they will flies up intil the looft. All were | 21 |
| wrong, so Shem himself, the doctator, took the cake, the correct | 22 |
solution being all give it up? ; when he is a yours till | 23 |
the rending of the rocks, Sham. | 24 |
| Shem was a sham and a low sham and his lowness creeped out | 25 |
| first via foodstuffs. So low was he that he preferred Gibsen's tea- | 26 |
| time salmon tinned, as inexpensive as pleasing, to the plumpest | 27 |
| roeheavy lax or the friskiest parr or smolt troutlet that ever was | 28 |
| gaffed between Leixlip and Island Bridge and many was the time | 29 |
| he repeated in his botulism that no junglegrown pineapple ever | 30 |
| smacked like the whoppers you shook out of Ananias' cans, | 31 |
| Findlater and Gladstone's, Corner House, Englend. None of | 32 |
| your inchthick blueblooded Balaclava fried-at-belief-stakes or | 33 |
| juicejelly legs of the Grex's molten mutton or greasilygristly | 34 |
| grunters' goupons or slice upon slab of luscious goosebosom | 35 |
| with lump after load of plumpudding stuffing all aswim in a | 36 |